Or cat... rather. Kanoa has been practicing her skills as an alarm clock, lately. Her initial methods were pouncing on my toes and attempting to tear them to shreds. Definitely not the most pleasant thing to wake up to. Thank goodness it's winter and I have two thick blankets of protection. Now, she's moved on to crawling under my covers and kneading my tummy. It's probably the cutest thing in the entire world :)
A little weird though, as soon as I get up, get us both breakfast, and get back in bed with a cup of espresso, she curls up on my quilt and passes right out again...
Some people want kids, I want cats. :)
Last night went well. I lost all control of my words and found myself saying, "So, yes, we can date" at the end of the conversation. I'm going to be a wreck after this. I hope I made the right decision. Heart over mind, right?